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Courtesan	By : Lasski Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 15072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 6 - Rub-a-dub-dub…

                Jareth sat staring at the wall in the room after Sarah left. Sarah, Sarah Williams, here in the Underground, in the High Royal Court! Sarah Williams, grand courtesan, a legitimate courtesan trained by the High Duke Lord Zekial himself. Jareth frowned deeply at that last bit. He wasn’t in the least bit naive as to think that Zekial hadn’t known who Sarah was when he had approached the young girl all those years ago. The real question was why? For what purpose? The only answer that came to mind was that Zekial did it in direct relation to Jareth in the hopes to elicit some strong reaction from him. Yet again the question begs why? What did he hope to achieve by it? Jareth intended to find out before he left the High Court - he didn’t like unanswered questions.

                Frustrated, Jareth swung up out of the chair and strode to the door. He snapped it open and only just had time to step back as two people stumbled into the room. The man grunted as he hit the ground; the girl giggled as she landed on top of him then moaned as the man rolled them over and pressed his hips against hers. Both were obviously drunk and completely oblivious of the Goblin King’s presence. Had they been sober they would have scuttled out of his way with the merest glance. Jareth snorted in irritation and closed the door on the two lovers just as the man was sliding his hand up the girl’s bare thigh. Years ago he might had laughed at such a display, in his younger days he may in fact have tossed the man out naked and taken the girl himself. Years ago was another lifetime ago, and now there wasn’t even the slightest inclination towards the lusty rowdiness royal parties incited.

                An ugly moment of doubt entered his head as he recalled Sarah’s words: ‘have you been away from the court that long that it has changed? Don’t tell me the great Jareth has lost his charm?’ Jareth scoffed at himself, he certainly hadn’t lost any of his charm! The numerous propositions he had had since he entered the palace walls were proof of that. Then why hadn’t he taken up on any of them? Why deny himself? He had important things to do, yes, but they didn’t take up all of his time. In all likelihood, taking advantage of some of the woman in higher positions would further his goal. Why did he hold himself back? Something had changed along the way inbetween his High Court visits.

                Worst of all, Jareth thought bringing his mind away from pointless psych evaluation, he could take no action of any kind against either Sarah or Zekial. It would be a far too dangerous game and while that didn’t bother him, while he would have reveled in such a pastime, he simply didn’t have time to indulge. Above all else he must remember his purpose for returning to the High Court and focus all energies on that one purpose.

                However, what he really needed to do right now was vent some frustration and he knew just the person. Paul had another thing coming if he thought he could throw a comment like ‘may I formally introduce Lady Sarah, the most renowned courtesan in the Underground’ and get away with it. Did his first advisor think that he wouldn’t notice the devious and mischievous look in his eyes? Ha! Retribution was definitely in the books.

                The moment Jareth stepped back into the ballroom and spied Paul amongst the crowd he frowned. Was it just him, or was it that every time he looked at his advisor tonight he was with Sarah? They spun together on the dance floor in perfect synchrony with each other, in perfect timing to the music, looking perfectly right together with their dark colouring. Jareth had a childish wish to see one of them step on the other’s toes just to muck up their perfect dancing. He narrowed his eyes even more watching them. Why was Sarah allowing Paul to lay his hands that close to her backside? Didn’t they just agree to mind their own business? To stay out of each other’s way? What in all of the Underground were they doing together?

                Jareth started towards them but was brought up short by a strong hand on his arm. He immediately grabbed the wrist of whoever dared to lay a hand on him and twisted it so that the grip was automatically released. Yet, before Jareth had time to complete the twist to sprain the limb a hand came up to grab his wrist and trapped both people in a deadlock. Jareth looked up into dark eyes. “Zekial” Jareth said icily.

                “Jareth” Zekial returned in a friendly tone though neither of them loosened their painful grip on the other.

                “You have a lot of explaining to do, old friend” he squeezed the wrist slightly to add to the discomfort he was already applying, and received the same back.

                “I saw you and my courtesan taking a stroll out of the ballroom before. I hope she performed to your satisfaction” Zekial smirked, and cast a glance over at the couple dancing. “She always has to mine.”

                “Sarah and I did not-”

                “Didn’t she?” Zekial’s voice lowered. “Perhaps she is in need of more tutoring then…” He let the images his words invoke lay in the air for a moment.

                “What are you up to” Jareth demanded in a quiet command, “what purpose do you have for bringing her here? I would have though with what we are trying to accomplish we would be on the same side. You obviously brought her here because of me - what do you hope to achieve from it?”

                Zekial’s grip lessened slightly then returned tighter than before as if his thoughts had slipped for the moment then returned with a vengeance. “Sarah is here for me to fuck, and to fuck anyone I tell her to. It’s what I molded her into.”

                The clash of power between them made a sort of noiseless thunder, the pressure of an explosion without the loud boom. The force of it would have pushed them apart had they not been gripping each other.

                “Now, now boys” a feminine voice purred and Kayla moved up to them and slid her hand over where the two grasped each other, “there’s no need to fight. This is a party after all and you don’t want to create a scene.”

                Jareth and Zekial released their hold on each other simultaneously under Kayla’s touch and gave a quick glance around to see people looking at them surreptitiously. Sarah and Paul who still danced to the rhythmic music were watching them both with slight frowns on their faces.

                “That’s better” the High King’s private courtesan approved, “I wouldn’t want to see either of you get hurt.” She smoothed a hand up Zekial’s arm, following the flow of his muscles. “My lord, High Duke, when will you take me in and teach me all you know. You know I’ve always wanted to share your bed… again.” She spoke the words softly to him and tilted her head so that exotic perfume rose up to tantalize him.

                Zekial took his eyes off Jareth and tilted Kayla’s head up with a finger. “I don’t believe there’s much I could teach you, my dear. However, there may be a trick or two which the Labyrinthine King can show you.”

                Kayla turned to face the Goblin King while sliding her hand across Zekial’s chest to his side and then down to his thigh where she rubbed slightly. “What do you say your highness?” she propositioned Jareth with a seductive smile.

                Jareth ignored the courtesan and focused a cold glare on Zekial. “Just keep Sarah away from my advisor.”

                Zekial inclined his head and pointedly looked at Sarah and Paul “Just so long as you don’t expect me to keep your advisor away from Sarah.”

                “No,” Jareth growled, “I’ll do that on my own,” and he stalked towards the dancing couple.

                Behind him Zekial smirked but there was no mirth in his eyes, only a deep black look. He suddenly spun Kayla back around to face him and cupped her buttocks with two large hands, hoisting her up against him. He grinded painfully against her and whispered darkly in her ear “are you still up to pleasing me, my little whore?”

                “Yes” Kayla hissed and allowed the dark Duke to lead her from the ballroom.

                ***

                “What do you think is going on?” Paul murmured low in Sarah’s ear as they watched the King and the High Duke face one another off.

                “I’m not quite sure” Sarah replied slowly. After she had left Jareth she had returned to the ballroom where Paul had spotted her instantly and asked for a dance. She had known it was probably a bad idea to lead him on in any way after telling Jareth to stay out of her business and she’d stay out of his. Yet, she may need Paul on her good side if she was to retrieve the scroll and she wanted someone non-threatening to deal with after facing Jareth. “It may sound conceited but I think they’re talking about me.”

                “Arguing may be a better term, but if it makes you feel better Jareth and Zekial have been dealing with each other for many more years than you’ve been in the picture” Paul offered the alternative explanation.

                “You know, it’s strange,” Sarah mused more to herself than Paul, “I know the Laninal Mountains boarders the Labyrinth, and logically I know that there are dealings between the two lands. but I’ve never heard of them.”

                “Perhaps the High Duke was trying to protect you from feeling uncomfortable. You and the Goblin King have not had the best of relations” Paul pointed out.

                Sarah snorted her derision; “Zekial wouldn’t do any such thing. He would have exposed me to as much as possible saying what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.”

                “Then why hasn’t he?”

                Sarah didn’t have an answer to that.

                “Oh crap” she suddenly hissed and then winced at herself. Zekial frowned upon any profanity unless it was in the name of ecstasy. ‘A courtesan was above the use of street language’ he would say.

                “What is it?” Paul asked looking down at her.

                “I think one of us is about to get our skin flayed.”

                Paul followed her gaze and saw Jareth striding towards them. He concealed the grin that twitched at his lips. “Well, if we’re in for it anyway we may as well make the most of it.”

                “We?” she managed to exclaim just as Paul dipped her backwards.

                He leaned over her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Uh oh, I think he’s really mad now.”

                Sarah couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so bad” she told him as he drew her back up.

                ***

                Jareth’s jaw clenched when he saw Paul bend Sarah backward, thigh to thigh, chest to chest.

                His fists tightened when he heard Sarah laugh at whatever Paul whispered into her ear.

                He almost growled when he heard Sarah’s breathless ‘You’re so bad…’

                Just what did Paul think he was doing?

                What did Sarah think she was doing?

                What the hell was he thinking?!

                Jareth pushed his emotions to the back as he had always done, but that didn’t seem to stop his body from acting without his consent.

                ***

                “Would you care for a dance Lady Sarah” Jareth asked and held out a gloved hand.

                Sarah looked at it and tried not to clench her jaw. What the hell was he doing? She accepted only because not to do so would make her look ungracious and Paul had disappeared by melting into the crowd. Coward. Jareth (the bastard!) knew that Sarah couldn’t refuse him politely either. As high up in the hierarchy as she was, she wasn’t above royalty. In any other situation she would have just seduced and manipulated said royalty but Jareth always had a way of bringing a whole new set of rules to the game. As soon as they whirled onto the dance floor Sarah hissed at him, “I thought we had an agreement.”

                “So did I, but it seems you can’t keep away from my advisor.” Jareth looked down at her and Sarah caught her breath. She would have experiencing strong feelings of de-ja-vu if not for the fact that the difference between the peach dream Jareth and the real dancing Jareth was staggering. Instead of a dreamy fantasy of stardust, love songs and innocent fascination, this was a harsh reality. She was fully conscious of the muscles moving fluidly beneath her palms betraying the strength there, the male scent of him, the swish of her dress against her legs and the hardness of his pressing close. The sensual music and the sheer power that she now recognized. The only thing that remained the same was the headiness she experienced as he twirled them around and his eyes clear and bright looking down at her.

                “Good memories?” he asked shrewdly.

                Sarah scowled at him.

                “Paul asked me to dance” Sarah explained, “how am I meant to stay away from him if he doesn’t stay away from me?” she pointed out. It was Jareth’s turn to scowl and Sarah knew that someone must have pointed out the same thing to him already.

                “I’ll make sure Paul doesn’t bother you again” Jareth said and swung her around again, leaving her slightly breathless.

                “Well, since that’s settled I’ll assume that this dance is over” Sarah went to slip out of his arms but he tightened them, pulling her flush up against him. Then, he slid his hands to cup her bottom.

                “What do you think you’re doing?” she seethed and tried to struggle backwards despite the fact that she was pushing more firmly into his hands. The alternative was flinching from his touch and moving forward and what she might connect with there… well… she’d rather have his hands squeezing her butt as they were doing. More like caressing in time with rhythm of the music. In fact it would be rather nice if it was anyone other than the Goblin King.

                Jareth pulled her hips right up against his.

                “Stop it” Sarah snapped trying to ignore the fact that she could feel every inch of him that she was pressed up against. Every inch.

                Jareth leaned his head down and buried his nose in her hair to smell the rose scent. His breathing tickled her ear making her shiver. “Paul got to hold you like this, why shouldn’t I?”

                “Paul didn’t have his hands on my arse” she shot at him.

                He squeezed the soft globes to tell her that he was taking full advantage of the situation. “Ah, but I am a king and a king should have more privileges than an advisor.” He rocked his hips against hers and Sarah couldn’t deny the hard evidence of him any longer. “Besides, Sarah, it’s your explicit job to see to my pleasure, is it not?” He suddenly shrugged, “It’s not like we are doing the worst of it.”

                No, they weren’t doing the worst of it. With alcohol and music flowing freely there were couples openly mauling each other on the dance floor. Over near the food table a woman was dripping fruit juice from an orange slice down her cleavage so that a man could lick it up. Against a wall a man pinned a woman to the wall hiking her dress up and rolling his hips into hers. Nonetheless Sarah shoved him away and stared furiously at him. “Just leave me alone Jareth, I’m not yours to play with anymore.”

                “Such a pity.”

                Those words struck a painful chord in her and she spun away from him to get as far away from him as possible.

                ***

                Jareth watched Sarah partly stalk, partly gracefully walk away from him. What had possessed him! Did he want some kind of revenge over her victory of the labyrinth, did he subconsciously want to hurt her. Play some sort of game with her as he had before and this time come out the victor? No. He couldn’t find anything inside him with harbored any of those kinds of feelings. Then why did he act the way he had? He shook his head. He should just do as Sarah had first suggested - do their jobs and most importantly stay out of each other’s way! With that firmly in mind Jareth pushed away the groping hands of some female and left the ball.

                Where his palms had cupped the soft flesh of her behind burned the memory of the delicious curve.
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